Doomtree - No Way Lyrics

Feeling that crack, attack, attack
And we're on you like like a Mack Truck
Your Honor, we are that fucking filthy
We got cracks in our armor
Got cracks in the ceiling
And this axe that we're wielding
Will react when we're feeling that
Crack, attack, attack
And we're on you like a Mack Truck
Your Honor, we are that fucking filthy

It's 2000 and self destruct
Everybody's yelling "that shit is all fucked"
Yuck
Never liked the construct of that square wheel
Like, like "money ain't real"
Wait, but that ain't real
Oh, oh, now I get it
We could take it all and split it
Give it to the village, Doomtree villains
Out for the killing, huh
No kidding
Good man but I went a bit bitter
When they took a little dinner bite off my plate
High stakes, okay, I'll play
But it ain't your game and it ain't your rules
And it ain't your world, and I brought my crew
We some dirty lip and fuck your rules
Living ugly goons
It's no kings, no way
You're so vain you probably think it's 'bout ya'
Well it is and it ain't
And it ain't but it is
I go so fucking nasty, no restraint
Well I get props and I play it off
And I see them hot and I fade them all
Hello world it's L.O.P
B.T.Z. keep your ring
Move out of my way, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, I'ma do my thing

Friction lock rivet
Goonish as all fuck
Prudent to all stunts
Proving the laws of logarithm
Like the wag of a dog's tail
Bark back (woof)
Light the rag on your cocktail
Spart that, champ on that slang chop
Chump on that chomp rap
Probably a stomp sack
Man, give me my prop back
Hold your tooth to my non dap
I ain't no Diddy boy
That Beni know we go scrimp dance
Dougie, don't stop that
Senor F.R.R.Z three R zero
None other, who's cooler?
Hula-hooping through bank zeroes
Hewlett packing, loogie yacking on Don Hero's
Bomb appearance, nights in Paris, raw dogging cross limos
Toss demos, snot rockets blow up the sub-labels
Long tables, calling shots on a crowd potato
The slang mongrel with fanged tonsils
We slay goblins gangly gang violent
Wrangling fake monsters

We got cracks in our armor
Got cracks in the ceiling
And this axe that we're wielding
Will react when we're feeling that
Crack, attack, attack
And we're on you like a Mack Truck
Your Honor, we are that fucking filthy
Got cracks in our armor
(we got) cracks in the ceiling
And this axe that we're wielding
Will react when we're feeling that
Crack, attack, attack
And we're on you like a Mack Truck
Your Honor, we are that fucking filthy

Ayy, What's up?
No kings, no love for your made up things
In the paint but it ain't no game
On the wall with a little complaint
Leave that stain
Weave through cities dodging rain, no thing but an open door
It's yours
No lie, but you've got to get dirty man, fix your pride
We some preach them real, reach them
Steal them from low ideals type dudes
With a stepped up set of skills
And an ick style so kill that wills update daily
No frills or pilled up babies
No posture phony just rock solid
Un-fuck-with-able dropped knowledge
No love for the bull
Horns give them thorns, get them in, swarm
Let 'em make friends with a storm
Buddy get up close to the war
Insides out, no love for the boring
Naw, bored
And I bet the hearts off beating under hardwood flooring
Poor man's Poe

We got cracks in our armor
Got cracks in the ceiling
And this axe that we're wielding
Will react when we're feeling that
Crack, attack, attack
And we're on you like a Mack Truck
Your Honor, we are